"Nothing, except"--and a delicious smile played upon her lips--"except that I love Kingsley."
"That is not new," he said, in a tone of whimsical reproach; "it is old. You have told me that before."
"It is always new to me, father. And there is something else I must say."
"Say it, Nansie."
"Kingsley loves me."
"Neither is that new. Apart from this I sometimes have an odd idea that you have a secret which you are keeping from me."
"If I said I had, it would be half revealing it. Father, time will show."
"That is a wiser philosophy than that 'Everything will come right.' Time does and will show. Shall I now relate the story of your uncle?"
"If you please, father."
"It will not take me long. Your mother, my dear Nansie, had two ardent lovers, your father and your uncle."